One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

You self-harm. (Liam)

Warning: If this is triggering to you, do not read it!

"I can't," you breathed with tears streaming down your cheeks.

You pressed you back against the bathroom and slumped down, sobbing uncontrollably. You eyed the razor, staring it down.

Why am I so useless? you wondered. Why do I have to be so fat, stupid, and irrelevant? Why can't I matter?

More tears formed with the questions that began to pile up your thoughts. You eyed the razor again. The pink handle, the simplicity, the blade... You reached out for it. The relief you needed, the punishment you knew you deserved, the one simple swipe you had to make to obtain it. Your trembling fingers wrapped around the handle. You pressed the blade to your skin. You closed your eyes. 

I deserve it.

Once.

You sighed shakily as you examined the mark on your wrist. 

That's enough, your heart told you. Yet your brain controlled you yet again, winning you over with thoughts like I'm repelling and I don't deserve to be normal.

Twice. 

More blood trickled down your arm--but you deserved it. 

Th--You dropped the razor to the ground immediately; Liam burst through the door and was starring at you in utter shock as he took in the sight of you moving against the wall in fear with a bloody wrist and razor on the floor.

The air suddenly seemed cold and icy. It was a struggle to breathe.

What is he going to do? you dreaded. Oh, no. He's going to yell at me and tell me how stupid I am and--

Then you heard it. His light, soft sounds of sobbing bouncing off the tiled bathroom walls. You glanced up to meet his glossy hazel eyes.

Hurt. Pain. Longing.

Without a word, he took your hand and lightly lifted you off the ground. Your tears increased at the realization of the situation. 

"Shh..." he cooed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and started to bandage the injured area. 

"Are you mad?" you asked lightly as he let your arm drop back down to your side.

He shook his head. Any relief that might have came with his answer was sucked away by his somberness. 

The first words you heard him say finally came, dry and raw with feeling, "We need to talk."